[Redman] come!!!!! [Marley] Play song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio [Verse 1: Man] Oh no, another lyrica forty fo' If it gets deep, jump in feet then hold yo' nose I'm a beast you step on my toe you hear my whistle Checkin 'em hoe, you see my lettin it go I wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong Time to party, Meth, Stephen and Jr. Gong So selecta, come it, awww shit it Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all get it Now who stop me block me pop lock me knock me Jamaica posse most high Haile willin, another sound boy killin I'm hot I don't catch cold or catch feelings The be the ghetto youth And Def Jam know the Meth Man take care of his fam That's what y'all do our skin we plannin to win Worldwide tell the we be jammin again 2: Redman] Make way for Hammond Got hoes than grand canyon I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for I, at your feet make you start dancin I'm pissin on your picnics ya campin Doctor got the from Ziggy When the zig zag roll rip your zip code Got bitches fucked up off the I tip toe, then wait they bend over (There I go) Aiyyo I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties (Blaow!) out, guns in the air (Blaow!) guns in the air No it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin dread right or wrong I'm a sinner, of the underground swimmers Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up [Chorus: I don't care about bling bling bling Over here we let them things BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up I don't about your bling bling bling Over here we let things ring BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up [Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" I wonda why so much ganja reach ya And dem a wonda how so much conquer Blunt dem so big a a Bunny Bob and Peter Teach it like a preach it like a preacher Put you in a Pussy style mi up plus no under achieve Gimme di rizla gimme di blunt and a di chunks gimme di cup and a couple senorita Jr. di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha Jumpin off on di metah , you believe yah Babylon a skunk and couldn't get mi neitha Well since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled So mi seh babylon dem a go get a weopen Everytime when we hear some trippin When a di big promote I'm right there wid di clip in So just smile now yuh yuh likkle flippin lippin Got a big forty five it's finga lickin Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know happenin Dem wonderin how yuh get so it's like yuh fat and go gym Get mi girl inna mi and mi cabin stabbin It is dappin jappin it is non stoppin Hey! No pork caan inna mi kitchen If a gal try dat a dead pigeon Well woman a off mi pants stitchen dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin If a bwoy nuh dat him may end up missin Rastafari dun yuh but yuh don't listen [Outro: Play this song on your fuckin radio, this song on your fuckin radio